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do you guys think that when thrawn looked at che’ri he saw borika…..do you think when borika found out thrawn was in the fleet she thought of him every time she saw an officer? do you ever sit and think about how thrawn thought about che’ri’s parents? her siblings if she had any? or if borika ever thought of asking an officer about her brother? i think im going to be sick….
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And with today comes the final upload in the 31 Days of Halloween. I hope that you've enjoyed these stories as much as we have! If so, keep an eye out for the next collection, when things are a little bit... colder.
Day 31: His Pound of Flesh by draculard
Previous Days:
So Fair a Cave by draculard
The Path to Hell by AlricAlani
Pfluokor (To Fade) by aoitennyo
The secret behind genius by bextia
My life in the Ascendancy by bextia
Custom of the Sea by Owl_Party
Teeth by draculard/raelilac
The Relic Keeper by Bextia
The Scholar's Reflection, As Seen In Pooling Warmth - by cordage
The Fall of the ISD Chimaera by Owl_Party
This I Vow by Owl_Party
Nothing Lasts Forever by AlricAlani
To Bear the Bitter Cold by draculard
The Hundred Thousand Pale Things by cordage
Old unfamiliar faces by Bextia
The Storm on the Sea of Rentor by cordage
Hate and Hunger (The Emptiness of a Mourner's Stomach) by cordage
(teaser for later chapter) Freaks: the past in our hands
Zirika loved it when the light of the moon shone down on her in its full glory. Even though she knew it was only the sun, its light reflected like a gigantic mirror. Even when she had seen hundreds, no, thousands of moons during her time as a navigator, its light never lost any of its magic.
Every time she looked up at the starry night sky, she felt this strange melancholy rise up in her, this feeling of longing that she could not suppress. Thousands of moons, billions of stars and systems. Every night she gazed up at the stars, just as she had done so many times before from her control console while piloting the ship, so they won't crash into aplanet or a supernova and end up as stardust or a ball of flame themselves, and just like before, she was powerless against that inner voice inside her that gently whispered to her that the sky wasn't right.
The stars were wrong. Even now when she was back in the Ascendancy, whether on Csilla, Naporar or Avidich, the stars above her were not in the right places. Only the moon was the same, and in that certainty she found comfort. Because Zirika looked for stars in the sky, from a past she didn't even remember. A past she had sworn never to return To.
She clutched the medallion in her hand, the key to her past, that found it's way back to her. It wasn't anger, that her parents had so easily abandoned her to the skywalker program, or defiance that made her hesitate. It was fear. Fear of facing her family, her brother who could seemingly never forget her even though he must have been so small, and not feeling the slightest emotion.
But then there was this longing inside her, like a promise that was long overdue.